An eerie silence filled the cockpit of the silent ship, streaming through hyperspace, on it's way to Courasaunt. Jaina twirled around and around in the rotating pilots seat that she had installed for herself. It was her greatest form of entertainment that she had at the moment. Jag was taking a short nap on one of the reclining chairs in the hold, and Jaina was left alone, in the cockpit, twirling around in her chair, with her thoughts.
It had been an unusual few days. At first, she and Jag were so relished in the thought of being together, by themselves, in a place where no one could bother them. But the personal space issue had come up many times and lately they had been keeping their distance. A few days ago Jaina had seriously been considering marriage, but now after only 3 days in hyperspace with the man, she decided that she still needed more time.
It wasn't that she didn't love Jag. She knew that she did. No issue there. But it just seemed weird that he was the only one that she was able to go to for the last few days. Marriage, she guessed, was just this same predicament. She absentmindedly started twirling a small strand of hair that often fell in front of her face.
Suddenly she stopped twirling and held the strand in front of her eyes, causing her to become cross eyed and blink a few stars out of her eyes. She observed the hair from a little farther away and mussed about the memories. Jag would often find this one little strand, and twiddle it in his fingers. She loved it when he played with her hair. It made her feel important, like someone who was really loved. A feeling that she hadn't experienced in a long time.
The door to the cockpit hissed open and startled, Jaina dropped the hair and threw her hands into her lap. A tired looking Jag walked into the room and took the chair across from her. He leaned back, stretching and settled back down before he reached back and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. Finally calming down he met her gaze and for a few heartbeats they stared at each other.
"How was your rest?" Jaina asked, not breaking eye contact. She loved loosing herself in his eyes. They were such a beautiful green…
"Quite dull without you there," Jag said through a sly grin and he leaned back, breaking the eye contact and putting his hands behind his head. Jaina crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Jagged Fel…" she put on her I'm-going-to-kill-you face and she, for the lack of better words, stared harder into his eyes.
His smile widened as she responded to his teasing. It was that cocky grin, Jaina decided, that she loved most about him. He wore it often. There weren't many things that Jag couldn't do expertly. Flattery was no exception. To spice it up and, she knew, just to make her blush, he winked at her and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Unable to control her emotions like she usually did, Jaina felt her cheeks heat up and she finally allowed a grin to cross her face. Jag looking triumphant leaned forwards and took both her hands, covering them in his own. He started to rub them expectantly and Jaina didn't know she could get such pleasure out of a mere touch from Jag.
"So how are you," he asked as he lifted a hand to his lips and kissed it. "Tired?"
Jaina immediately shook her head. She didn't want Jag to think she was weak. "No." she said that quickly. A little too quickly and she knew Jag had caught onto it. He pulled her hands towards him and she was forced, by someone much stronger than her, into Jag's lap. Giving into the comfort of his embrace and the protection of his arms, she let herself sink into him. She gave out one last sigh before sleep overtook her.
Jag slowed his breathing and was careful not to squirm too much as he felt Jaina finally fall asleep in his arms. He protectively held his arms around her small waste and relished in being near her. He breathed in her lovely sent and closed his eyes. He didn't tell her that he had actually gotten only about five minutes of sleep during his 30 minute absence. It wasn't often that he had time to think, and with only him and Jaina aboard this ship, he found plenty of time lately to do so.
His gaze drifted to her face and he studied it for a few minutes, memorizing each curved and freckle. It was her that he had been thinking about. For the last few days aboard the ship, they had spent more time with each other than all their other secret meetings combined. After the first two days, Jag could feel that Jaina was getting a little uncomfortable being near him all the time. He too had been a little wary around her. And he still couldn't figure out why.
He knew he loved her. Deeply, if he had to put an adjective on it. More than anything. And yet, he also knew that marriage wasn't the next step of their relationship. There was something between now, and marriage. Jag had spent almost 20 minutes, trying to figure out what it was. But he couldn't. And once again, he found himself thinking about it. What more could they do to grow closer. True, their love was one and the same and so deep that Jag could almost never bear to leave her once he had her in his arms, for fear that if he lets go, she would be caught in the jaws of some gaping Vong worldship and be lost from him forever. Call it over protectiveness if you would like.
But what next step could they take that wasn't marriage? Jag suddenly snapped his head up as it dawned on him…friends. They had to be friends to each other. His and Jaina's relationship had zoomed from almost despising each other to undying love. The friendship step had been skipped and although Jag couldn't really put his foot on it, he knew that was it. But becoming friends was a long and difficult road. But, Jag thought, how can we be lovers and not be friends? Another realization hit him like a X-Wing. That was why they got uncomfortable around each other after a while. That's why they had never felt like talking about marriage. They were both still mysteries to each other. Sure Jag knew plenty of Jaina's famous history but he had never asked her about her childhood and her training as a Jedi. Likewise, Jaina seemed to avoid asking him about his Chiss childhood and his flight to the top of the Chiss military. Smacking himself upside the head he wondered why he hadn't noticed it before.
Shill shaking his head in stupidity he stood up with a slumbering Jaina still firm in his grasp. Moving slowly and swiftly he took her to the back of the ship where he laid her on the only cot on the whole ship. Covering her with a thin blanket he knelt down next to her sleeping form. She moaned a little in her sleep and a small grin stretched across her face. She was dreaming about something. For a moment Jag wished he had the force so that he could read her thoughts. But for now, he was content just to watch over her sleeping form from a distance. He gave her a sweet kiss on her temple and stood back up. He walked to the door and flipped off the lights, looking back one more time at his precious lover, and his soon to be friend. Giving her one more smile, he closed the door and walked back to the cockpit. He sat down again, thinking to go back to his original thoughts when a beeping interrupted him and snapped him at attention. Looking around the coral craft, he saw a beeping light and read the label underneath. The hyper drive jump was ending and Courasaunt was coming into view.
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It had been an unusual few days. At first, she and Jag were so relished in the thought of being together, by themselves, in a place where no one could bother them. But the personal space issue had come up many times and lately they had been keeping their distance. A few days ago Jaina had seriously been considering marriage, but now after only 3 days in hyperspace with the man, she decided that she still needed more time.
It wasn't that she didn't love Jag. She knew that she did. No issue there. But it just seemed weird that he was the only one that she was able to go to for the last few days. Marriage, she guessed, was just this same predicament. She absentmindedly started twirling a small strand of hair that often fell in front of her face.
Suddenly she stopped twirling and held the strand in front of her eyes, causing her to become cross eyed and blink a few stars out of her eyes. She observed the hair from a little farther away and mussed about the memories. Jag would often find this one little strand, and twiddle it in his fingers. She loved it when he played with her hair. It made her feel important, like someone who was really loved. A feeling that she hadn't experienced in a long time.
The door to the cockpit hissed open and startled, Jaina dropped the hair and threw her hands into her lap. A tired looking Jag walked into the room and took the chair across from her. He leaned back, stretching and settled back down before he reached back and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. Finally calming down he met her gaze and for a few heartbeats they stared at each other.
"How was your rest?" Jaina asked, not breaking eye contact. She loved loosing herself in his eyes. They were such a beautiful green…
"Quite dull without you there," Jag said through a sly grin and he leaned back, breaking the eye contact and putting his hands behind his head. Jaina crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Jagged Fel…" she put on her I'm-going-to-kill-you face and she, for the lack of better words, stared harder into his eyes.
His smile widened as she responded to his teasing. It was that cocky grin, Jaina decided, that she loved most about him. He wore it often. There weren't many things that Jag couldn't do expertly. Flattery was no exception. To spice it up and, she knew, just to make her blush, he winked at her and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Unable to control her emotions like she usually did, Jaina felt her cheeks heat up and she finally allowed a grin to cross her face. Jag looking triumphant leaned forwards and took both her hands, covering them in his own. He started to rub them expectantly and Jaina didn't know she could get such pleasure out of a mere touch from Jag.
"So how are you," he asked as he lifted a hand to his lips and kissed it. "Tired?"
Jaina immediately shook her head. She didn't want Jag to think she was weak. "No." she said that quickly. A little too quickly and she knew Jag had caught onto it. He pulled her hands towards him and she was forced, by someone much stronger than her, into Jag's lap. Giving into the comfort of his embrace and the protection of his arms, she let herself sink into him. She gave out one last sigh before sleep overtook her.
Jag slowed his breathing and was careful not to squirm too much as he felt Jaina finally fall asleep in his arms. He protectively held his arms around her small waste and relished in being near her. He breathed in her lovely sent and closed his eyes. He didn't tell her that he had actually gotten only about five minutes of sleep during his 30 minute absence. It wasn't often that he had time to think, and with only him and Jaina aboard this ship, he found plenty of time lately to do so.
His gaze drifted to her face and he studied it for a few minutes, memorizing each curved and freckle. It was her that he had been thinking about. For the last few days aboard the ship, they had spent more time with each other than all their other secret meetings combined. After the first two days, Jag could feel that Jaina was getting a little uncomfortable being near him all the time. He too had been a little wary around her. And he still couldn't figure out why.
He knew he loved her. Deeply, if he had to put an adjective on it. More than anything. And yet, he also knew that marriage wasn't the next step of their relationship. There was something between now, and marriage. Jag had spent almost 20 minutes, trying to figure out what it was. But he couldn't. And once again, he found himself thinking about it. What more could they do to grow closer. True, their love was one and the same and so deep that Jag could almost never bear to leave her once he had her in his arms, for fear that if he lets go, she would be caught in the jaws of some gaping Vong worldship and be lost from him forever. Call it over protectiveness if you would like.
But what next step could they take that wasn't marriage? Jag suddenly snapped his head up as it dawned on him…friends. They had to be friends to each other. His and Jaina's relationship had zoomed from almost despising each other to undying love. The friendship step had been skipped and although Jag couldn't really put his foot on it, he knew that was it. But becoming friends was a long and difficult road. But, Jag thought, how can we be lovers and not be friends? Another realization hit him like a X-Wing. That was why they got uncomfortable around each other after a while. That's why they had never felt like talking about marriage. They were both still mysteries to each other. Sure Jag knew plenty of Jaina's famous history but he had never asked her about her childhood and her training as a Jedi. Likewise, Jaina seemed to avoid asking him about his Chiss childhood and his flight to the top of the Chiss military. Smacking himself upside the head he wondered why he hadn't noticed it before.
Shill shaking his head in stupidity he stood up with a slumbering Jaina still firm in his grasp. Moving slowly and swiftly he took her to the back of the ship where he laid her on the only cot on the whole ship. Covering her with a thin blanket he knelt down next to her sleeping form. She moaned a little in her sleep and a small grin stretched across her face. She was dreaming about something. For a moment Jag wished he had the force so that he could read her thoughts. But for now, he was content just to watch over her sleeping form from a distance. He gave her a sweet kiss on her temple and stood back up. He walked to the door and flipped off the lights, looking back one more time at his precious lover, and his soon to be friend. Giving her one more smile, he closed the door and walked back to the cockpit. He sat down again, thinking to go back to his original thoughts when a beeping interrupted him and snapped him at attention. Looking around the coral craft, he saw a beeping light and read the label underneath. The hyper drive jump was ending and Courasaunt was coming into view.
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